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In Memorium

One day, when she’s dead,
And your heart is broken
By all that was said
Or was left unspoken,
You’ll stand by her grave
And you’ll lay a token
But you never forgave
With those words unspoken.

That night, in your bed,
The thoughts that have woken
You, swim through your head
Like the swirling kraken,
And you’ll once again grieve
For she who’s been taken
But you’ll never retrieve
The words unspoken.

© Barry Freeman - 21st March 2021

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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